Sunday, October 11, 2009

Imagine the most beautiful person you have ever met or seen, and I would give you that person twisted at the bottom of the stairs.
They would be lifeless and paler than usual, cold and still with blood coming out of their eyes, ears, and mouth.
Then I would photograph it.
It would be the single most beautiful and meaningful thing you would ever see.
It would affect you profoundly, and I gave it to you, because death is the utter beauty.
Would that not be the best thing I could ever give you?
The complete beauty, the image you should never forget, of that a man or woman that never left your psyche, shot in their prime, for you forever.